A/N I'm SICK of the classic couples. Mix it up. Write something original. I tried. Oops! Did I just give something away?
**Do I own Twilight? No, because, trust me, if I did I would NOT be living in my crap-townXD
Rensmee's puffy pink lips looked like clouds as they met with his for the very first time. You would guess that they tasted like strawberries, or maybe cherries, whatever the flavor was of the red lollipop she had been enjoying this afternoon. It had left her lips a little stained. A rosy tint added to her already perfectly rosy mouth.
She bit his lower lip playfully, and he pulled away suddenly, but slowly, as if dazed. She let out a soft giggle, and dove back in. It was like diving into water; you take a deep breath and your whole body seems to fill with it, it mellows your entire self. And you lose yourself in the perfection. And it was perfection. Everything about this moment and this boy, was perfect… she was living the fairy tale of her life, and it all fit together in this moment. Her stars aligned, and she couldn't have been happier.
His big, warm, rough hands entwined in her coppery locks, and she slid her delicate hands up and down along the sides of his well-defined back.
The air around them was crisp. It was autumn. It reminded Renesmee of that first bite into an apple. That inevitable crunch. Rain had fallen earlier--not unusual--and so the grass was damp. Little droplets held to each individual blade. Renesmee smiled up at him, and he looked down at her, their gazes held for a moment. There matching chocolate eyes holding each other, becoming one. In that one moment. In that one gaze her whole world crashed and she realized she had made a mistake. Within that gaze they seemed to pass a message to each other. This is wrong. And it was, so, so wrong. Renesmee turned and fled. She ran for miles, trying to put as much space between herself and Seth Clearwater as possible.
A/N: Was it what you expected? It wasn't what I expected. When I was writing this story, he was originally suppose to be Jake, duh, but then… well the A/N in the beginning says it all…
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